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general li mulan

okay so i LOVE mulan okay. as far as i’m concerned it’s a Perfect Movie and doesn’t need any fixing. but i was thinking today and -

- what if mulan didn’t go to war to save her father?

say her father is dead, okay, killed by the previous war. so she’s raised by her mother and grandmother, women who’s complacency and softness has been worn away by necessity. she needs to marry well, for her family’s sake, because her mother has refused the hand of every man who offered. but mulan is even more rough around the edges than before, is educated not only in books (her mother said men wouldn’t find smarts attractive and grandmother pointed out that men aren’t always around and off to school mulan went) but in the sword too, taught to her by her classmate, ping.

mulan is considered in the lower end of the upper class, coming from a family of military men and scholars and successful merchants. ping is near the top, the son or nephew of an advisor to the emperor. his family is very rich and very important, and the reason they become friends is because mulan manages to notice something about him that he’s been hiding from everyone else - he’s going blind.

not totally blind, enough to get around, but blind enough that reading is difficult and swordplay is even worse, although once he has it down he has it. ping is no fool, he’s not weak or bumbling. his eyes just don’t work. so mulan notices and confronts him about it. she promises to keep it a secret, and hey, she’ll even help him with his assignments by reading the books out loud and helping him study. but in return he must teach her the sword, must teach her about military and tactics. he agrees.

ping and mulan become very good friends and there’s some raised eyebrows about it but they are TOO far away in class for it to be inappropriate, so they make tutting sounds and disapproving faces and let it go.

then the draft happens. ping can’t go to war, he won’t survive it. not with his eyesight like it is. so mulan offers him a deal - she’ll go to war for him, in his place. in return, if she survives, he must marry her. if she dies he must take care of her family.

ping can’t make this kind of family decision on his own, so he goes to his mother and tells her everything, about the eyesight and how he’ll die if he goes and mulan’s offer. his mother says he must keep it a secret from his father, but agrees - if mulan fights in her son’s place and survives, a wedding will be arranged. either way, mulan’s family will be taken care of. ping will be sent to live with some cousins in the meanwhile.

“you’re not in love with me, are you?” ping asks, helping mulan saddle her horse in the middle of the night. she scoffs and rolls her eyes, “not even a little. but marrying you will make my family happy, and besides, you’re my best friend,” she says, smiling, “better you than some grabby old man.” he smiles and hugs her and says, “i’m not in love with you either. but don’t die out there. we have a wedding to plan.”

so mulan goes to the camp, pretending to be ping, and she’s a little bit less lost but things still go as they go. she’s educated and trained, so it’s not hard for her to pass as ping. shang is keeping a special eye on her, thinking that she’s the son of an advisor, one of his father’s friends. and he sees how easily she excels, how quick thinking and smart she is, and starts giving her more and more responsibilities. by the time they’re called out, shang considers ping ie mulan to be his right hand man, and possibly his best friend.

he’s also a little bit in love with ping, and he’s long known he’s attracted to both genders, so he watches ping laugh and smile and the crease between his eyes when he frowns and does his best to let his feelings chase away the best soldier he has. every time shang looks at ping his heart clenches and he things to himself: i wish i could have you, i wish this was a time and a place where one man could have another, i wish you were a girl, is wish i was a girl - i wish we could be together. he’s literally a step away from doodling ‘li ping’ with little hearts over his battle plans. 

so the battles happen. shang and ping lead their men together, respected and loved. they each get promoted, and promoted, and promoted. it’s been years, and it comes to a point where they’re both generals in their own right. they trust each other, care for each other. and are both secretly in love with the other.

mulan is so conflicted. because she wants this war to end and to go home and settle back into life and become ping’s wife, so she can have an easy life spent studying and learning with her family taken care of. that’s what she’d wanted. but now what she wants is shang, her best friend, her brother in arms, her fellow general. she wishes to be everything to him, aches to be the woman on his arm and in his bed, but knows it’s the one thing she can never be.

then that final battle happens. mulan’s quick thinking saves them all and ends the war - but she’s injured.

shang finds out the ping has been a girl all along. he demands explanations - so she tells him everything, that she traded places with ping to save him, to become his wife.

and the lies should sting the sharpest, but they don’t. she’s still the same person, after all. it’s that she’s promised to another man, for one second he’d thought he might have her, but no. so he agrees not to reveal her but he’s furious and furious at himself for being furious and they’re not the same now, broken and splintered and neither of them know what to do.

the war is over. they leave. mulan returns home, and thanks to her ping is now known as a respected general. she’s done her part and survived, and now she gets her reward - ping’s hand in marriage.

but she sees ping for the first time and flings herself into his arms and starts crying. she tells him everything, because he’s still her friend, her very best friend besides shang, the man whom she lied to and betrayed and loves. and ping listens and takes her by the shoulders and says - i’ll uphold our bargain, if that’s what you want. you can be my pampered wife, you’ve more than earned it. but if you want to go to shang, i won’t blame you. you deserve your happiness.

and mulan goes back and forth, but ultimately she decides she has to try. if shang rejects her she’ll return and marry ping and uphold her family honor. but if shang wants her - he’s not as high up as ping, but he’s high up enough to satisfy her family, and also she would love him and want him if he was no more than a farming peasant so it doesn’t matter much anyway.

she rides to the capitol. she finally meets ping’s father, running into him while looking for shang. “ah mulan,” says this man who was never supposed to know of her until she became his daughter-in-law, “i didn’t expect to see you here. how fortuitous. walk with me.” she does, wary, and that’s how she discovers - he and the emperor had discovered her deception a year in, but at that point she’d already proven herself too skilled and valuable to lose. he tells her that he will uphold his son and wife’s deal and gladly welcome her to his household - but that she’s earned her rank as general, and that he and the emperor have no problem with letting her keep it.

she says thank you, shocked and joyful, but that she has to talk to someone first. “ah, yes, young general li,” he says, eyes twinkling, “i do believe he’s around here somewhere.”

she has no idea how he seems to know everything, but she finally tracks down shang who’s ecstatic to see her and hates himself for it. she confesses - says she loves him, that she’s engaged to ping but willing and able to break this engagement for shang. who is dumbfounded and elated and says yes, of course, finally and forever.

and mulan accepts her rank and marries shang, and they become the literal power battle couple of the general li mulan and general li shang. ping becomes a scholar and marries a very nice young woman who loves reading and is happy to read aloud to her husband with his failing eyes.

and they all live happily ever after.


General Use Sigils

So sigils are a HUGE part of my magic.  Between them and herbs, they make up most of my craft.  I’ll be doing a big post of what sigils are and how to make them tomorrow, but wanted to share with you guys some I made recently.  These were created using Nordic Runes (though with some liberties for design).  I hope you enjoy.


Imagine waking up having forgotten ten years of your life with Dean.

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: This is the sequel to the gif blurb Forgotten. I had never planned on continuing this story, but you guys seemed to want more. Now it’s been a while, so I hope you’re still needy. Hope this doesn’t ruin the first part. I’m nervous about this one.

Feedback welcome and appreciated 

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anonymous asked:

Are you ok? You seem a bit tired lately. I hope nothing has been bothering you!

Wha? What gave you that impression hehe
 I just have many projects irl right now, gotta get myself together and be responsible adult! You know…how life is, it’s a constant roller coaster! Where are ups there are the downs.

I’m sorry to worry you dear Ano, it’s ok, i just want you guys to enjoy your stay in this trash with me… 

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- chapter one: part two -

“There’s a million reasons why this won’t work…but there’s only one reason why it will…”

7 weeks

I struggled with what I wanted to, or actually, what I should say to Niall for what felt like forever. It was more like…four hours and twenty three minutes. Which may seem a bit excessive to some, but being in the current situation I was in, with the person I was in it with, I knew I had no choice but to get this exactly right on the first go. I had no clue as to what I was going to do about…anything quite yet, but the first thing that needed to be done was to tell Niall.

Sitting on my couch and continuously staring at the little piece of paper as I contemplated word for word what I was going to say to him, almost made my head hurt. But I finally swallowed back my fears and picked up my cell phone, getting up from my couch to nervously pace back and forth across the carpeted floor. My teeth nipped increasingly hard at my bottom lip, scraping off the bits of skin that I had already been picking at for the past four hours and I could feel my hands jittering uncontrollably as I held the phone in my hand. Nervous was beyond an understatement at that point; I was absolutely scared shitless.

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I’m a baby? - Fairy Tail Larcade Oneshot

I promised @keiid to tag her in this one, so here’s the tag.

All the dialogue between double commas is because Larcade talks but no one understands what he says.

I hope you like it.


I woke up in a strange place, and I couldn’t move very well. I didn’t know what was happening until he showed up. My uncle, Natsu Dragneel.

- Hey, you’re awake, little one.

He took me in his arms, and there’s when I noticed something was wrong. Terribly wrong. I didn’t want him to take me in his arms, and I started hitting him. But my fists were so tiny to damage him.

- What’s happening, Larcade? You need something?

- “I want you to take me down!” - that’s what I tried to say, but I couldn’t.

- Da! Dadada! Daaa! - that’s what I exactly said.

- You’re angry to me, but I can’t understand what you said.

I cried, because of my own weakness.

- Don’t cry, Larcade. I don’t know what you want.

- What did you do to him? - asked a woman. Her voice calmed me.

- Nothing. He doesn’t like me, you know that.

- I know, but… After what I knew…

- You don’t want to approach, Mavis?

- “Mavis?”

That name was familiar to me. I listened it a lot of times. I looked at the woman. She was little, like a 13 years old, her hair was blond and her eyes were green.

- “Mom? Is that you?”

- I think he recognizes you, Mavis.

- Don’t approach him to me. I don’t want to hurt him.

- Mavis…

- The curse is too strong. If it weren’t for your scarf, I couldn’t stay here.

- I know. But he needs his mother.

- I don’t even know how he was born. I’m not sure if I am his mother.

- Mavis, you find him. You were searching for him in all the battlefield.

- That’s not…

- Only a mother can recognize her child like that. You are his mother. How he was born doesn’t matter right now.

- I need to know. Is he an experiment? Or he was born from me?

- Mama! - I yelled after a while, trying to reach her with my tiny arms.

- Larcade… I can’t…

My mother ran away. My uncle hugged me when I started crying.

- Give her a little time, Larcade - explained my uncle to me -. She needs to realize all. The curse isn’t new for her, but you are. She doesn’t want to kill you.

- “I want my mother, not you!”

- I know, I know. You want her. But you will have to deal with me for a while.

- “I hate you.”

- I can’t understand you, Larcade. And I don’t know how to take care of a baby.

- “Baby?”

- Wait here a second. I tell Happy to ask in the guild what I can give you to eat.

Uncle Natsu left me alone, on the bed. Something unsafe for someone with my body. I could fell and hurt myself.

- “I want to see my mother…”

I looked at the side of the bed. I knew very well I couldn’t get off in a usual way. It was as tall as a wall. Helping myself with my tiny hands, I managed to put my tiny feet in the ground. I crawl to the door, and I reached it when uncle Natsu returned. The door hit me in the face.

- Tell them to hurry, Happy - said uncle Natsu while he was opening the door. I started crying -. Larcade! I’m sorry! How did you come here? - He lay down in the ground, in front of me -. Where I hurt you?

I pointed my nose. He touched it gently, trying to not hurt me.

- It seems like it’s not broken. It hurts? - I nooded -. I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were just behind the door.

Uncle Natsu carried me and kissed my nose. Then, he took me to the kitchen and put me in a baby highchair. I was hungry, but I didn’t know how to tell him.

- Natsu… - said the blue cat who entered through the window. His voice was sad -. The ones who want to help doesn’t know, and the ones who know doesn’t want to help.

- Monsters, right?

- Eh?

- That’s what they said.

- Yes…

- It’s time to ask to true monsters.

Natsu took a lacrima from somewhere, and made a call.

- Hi, mom! … I need some help. … It’s about Larcade. He’s a baby now. How I take care of him?

Uncle Natsu was at the phone for a half hour. He even took notes of what they explained. And the person at the other side changed every time.

- He’s fine, Raios. I didn’t broke his nose. … Yes, I give him something to eat. Thanks, all of you. See you later!

Uncle Natsu ended the call and searched inside the fridge.

- They told me - he explained -, to give you something easy to eat. And lots of vegetables.

- “I don’t like vegetables…”

- That face tells me you don’t like them. You want a secret? I don’t like them too. But you have to eat it, because you are a baby right now.

- “I don’t want to be a baby. I want my body back.”

- I can’t understand you, remember? You want chicken or fish?

I pointed the chicken. It was the thing I liked to eat at that moment. My uncle cooked, tritured, and gave the food to me. I spit it three times, and the three times he cleaned all while laughing.

- You ate all, Larcade. I was worried you didn’t want to eat because you hate me.

Uncle Natsu went to clean the dishes.

- Now I need you to…

I interrupted uncle Natsu eructing. He looked at me surprised, and smiled.

- That’s what I needed. And now…

I didn’t listen what he said. I fell asleep, and I woke up three hours later.

- Mavis, he needs you.

- I can’t touch him! He will…

- And with my scarf around him?

- You think it will work?

- We have to try.

- But… The curse…

- Only a moment. Look, he’s awake now.

As uncle Natsu said, he put his scarf around me. My mother carried me. She was scared. She didn’t want to kill me. I hugged her, trying to tell her that all was okay.

- Take him! - yelled my mother suddenly -. Take him Natsu!

Uncle Natsu took me and Happy, and put the scarf around us three. The house was covered by a black cloud for a while, and then vanished. The scarf turned black.

- I’m sorry… - said my mother while she started crying.

- Don’t cry, Mavis - answered uncle Natsu -. It’s not your fault. And we are okay.

- But I… I promised to not release the curse in Magnolia…

- Technically, we aren’t in Magnolia. We are in the forest.

- I take the scarf to Wendy - said Happy, taking the scarf with him.

- Thanks, Happy.

Happy left the house with the scarf.

- I have to…

- Mavis, it’s your son. I need help with him.

- I don’t want to be a mother like Zeref.

- And you want to be a mother who is never with his son?

- I don’t want that either…

- Then, hold him.

- No! I can’t!

- Well, then…

Uncle Natsu put me in the top of my mother’s head.

- What are you doing, Natsu!?

- I called my mother for some advices. Cronos was with her. He told me something interesting about the curse. How to remove it.

- Eh!?

- And we need Larcade for that. There are two ways to remove the curse. The second one is with the child of the cursed ones. If it works, Larcade was born from you.

While my uncle was explaining that, an strange magic entered in my body through my left hand. I decided it was better not to move it. If what he said was true, my mother’s curse won’t be a problem anymore.

- Larcade? - asked my mother, worried -. Are you okay?

- “Yes!” - I answered, happily.

- What about the curse?

- It’s been removed - answered uncle Natsu -. Don’t move for a while.

- Are you sure? It won’t damage Larcade? What if I lose control on the curse? What if he loses control when he has it?

- That won’t happen. Larcade is not affected by the curse.

- How do you know?

- Cronos told me.

- Are you sure he’s…?

- He’s Luciel’s best friend. He won’t lie to his descendants.

After ten minutes, the curse was completely removed from my mother. It was in my arm, inside a very big tattoo.

- It’s gone…

- Are you sure?

- The magic stopped changing bodies, and Larcade has a weird tattoo in his arm.

- What!? It wasn’t enough with one!?

- It’s temporary, Mavis. When he removes the curse from Zeref, he could destroy both, and the tattoo will disappear.

My mother took me from her head, and hugged me. I returned the hug.

- You think I will be a good mother?

- Of course you will. Your son already loves you.

My mother played with me all the afternoon, while my uncle was shopping some groceries. He wasn’t alone when he came back.

- Thank you, Lucy - said uncle Natsu to the blonde woman who was with him -. There are some shops who doesn’t let me buy anything, because of what I am.

- I don’t understand. If you always bought in that shop, and they know how you are, why they have to deny you the right of shopping in it?

- In all this time, nothing changed. Humans are still scared of people like me. Monsters, they say. You know I’m not a bad monster.

- You are not a monster, Natsu. Monsters are ugly, big, bad…

- There are ugly monsters who are good, Lucy. And bad monsters who are tiny. Don’t judge for their appearance.

- Sorry…

- With an exception, all those who are not human are monsters.

- What exception?

- Archangels. People venerates them.

- How are you and Mavis dealing with Larcade? You need help?

- We’re fine. I asked other monsters for help.

- Who?

- My family.

- They are alive!?

- They are in another country right now, but they are alive.

- Your parents too? - asked my mother, carrying me.

- Of course they are. Now you have Larcade, I want him to meet them someday.

- You want to meet them, Larcade?

I looked at my mother, and then at my uncle. I laughed and cried at the same time. My tears were tears of joy. I really wanted to meet my family.

- And that reaction? - asked Lucy, confused.

- I think he’s happy, and wants to meet them too - answered uncle Natsu.

- How do you know? - asked my mother.

- His mind and his memories are the same. Only his body changed.

- Let’s take a bath, Larcade.

I hugged her and nooded. She took me to the bathroom, leaving uncle Natsu and Lucy alone, and filled the bathtub with hot water.

- Mavis! - said my uncle at the other side of the door.

- Yes?

- Don’t fill the bathtub too much. Larcade is too little.

- Okay!

My mother closed the water and undressed me. Then, she undressed herself and entered in the bathtub carrying me. She made me sit in the bathtub.

- It’s too hot for you?

I declined with my head, and I played with the water. My mother laughed.

She cleaned me with all the care a mother can provide to her child. And played with my hair, just like a child.

- You two must be freezing - said uncle Natsu when we left the bathroom.

- We’re okay - answered my mother.

- Well, dinner is ready. It’s your turn to give it to Larcade.

- Eh? I have to give it to him?

- He can’t by himself.

My mother gave me my food while my uncle finished their dinner. After eating, I eructed and I fell asleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night. My diaper was dirty, I could feel it. My mother was sleeping at my side, but she was sweating and trembling.

- Mama… - I said, trying to wake up her -. Mama! Mama!

- Hey, big boy. What are you doing awake? - asked my uncle, entering in the room -. Is Mavis having another nightmare?

- “Nightmare?”

- It’s been like this since she’s here. She never explains her nightmares, but she’s scared of them. Take good care of her, Larcade.

- Mama…

- Is your diaper dirty? I change it. Come here.

My uncle changed my diaper. I wasn’t surprised that he knew it was dirty. My father told me a long time ago that the sense of smell of a Dragon Slayer is at the same level than the dragon one. He left me with my mother, putting me under her arm. She relaxed.

- Larcade… - murmured my mother, hugging me.

- Good night, Larcade - said my uncle before leaving the room.

I hugged my mother and I fell asleep until next morning. My mother was crying when I woke up.

- Mama…

- You’re awake - said my mother when she listened my voice -. Thank God. I thought the curse killed you because your little body couldn’t contain it.

- That’s what you dreamed? - asked my uncle at the door of the room.

- Natsu…

- If he couldn’t contain the curse, the four of us will be death. He’s not affected. Don’t worry, Mavis.

- I’ve been dreaming this since he’s here.

- Why you didn’t tell me? I could ask earlier for it.

- I didn’t want to bother you, or anyone…

- The next time, explain it to me. You’re not bothering anyone for that.

My mother smiled and looked at me. Uncle Natsu left the room.

- I will protect you, no matter what.

- Mama…

In that moment, I could feel the soul of my mother. It wasn’t from a 13 years old. Her soul was a 20 years old woman which body doesn’t grow up.

A week passed. My body didn’t change, but I could talk a little.

- Natu… - I said to my uncle.

- What’s the matter?

- Mama?

- She’s with Lucy. They are shopping some things. She will return soon.

- Happy?

- In the guild, with everyone.

- Lony…

- You are not alone. I’m here. You’re lying in my chest. You want your dragon plushie?

- Ye!

My uncle gave me my plushie and I hugged it. He looked at me with an smile.

- Natu…

- Yes?

- Mama. Curse. Soul. Up.

- Let’s see… It’s about your mother - I nooded -, and the curse - I nooded again -. Soul up? I don’t know… Oh, the soul’s age!

- Ye!

- You could came to this world because your parents souls were adults!?

- Ye!

- Let’s ask the expert.

My uncle called Cronos via lacrima and put the speakers. He answered few seconds later.

- Yes? - asked Cronos at the other side.

- Cronos, I’m Natsu. You think the curse can let the cursed ones have a child if their souls are adult?

- Where did you get that theory?

- Larcade thought it.

- Knowing Ankhseram how I know him, it’s possible. Their bodies don’t age, but their souls do.

- Thank you, Cronos.

- Anytime, your highness.

Uncle Natsu ended the call and carried me.

- We have to celebrate that. You want extra cookies today?

- Ye!

I was eating the third cookie when my mother returned.

- Why are you two eating cookies? - asked her.

- We discovered how you could have Larcade - answered uncle Natsu.

- How?

- Your soul is an adult soul. We asked Cronos about that, and he says Ankhseram could do it in that way.

- Are you telling me…?

- Larcade is your son and not an experiment.

- Really? Are you sure?

- Larcade discovered it. He noticed your soul was adult.

- How?

- I don’t know.

- Well, we have to celebrate that.

- It’s the second time someone says this.

- Who else?

- Me.

That night, for dinner, we had cow meat. And they gave a few to me. And my mother wanted to sleep us four together. And no one couldn’t deny those puppy eyes she made.

I woke up the first one the next morning, and something was different. My body was at his normal size. We were in the same position we fell asleep last night, but with body at his normal size. I mean, my back was touching my uncle’s back, my mother was hugging my head, and my face was in her chest. It was totally wrong!

- Happy… - I whispered -. Happy…!

- Uh? What’s wrong, Natsu? - asked Happy, half asleep.

- I’m not Natsu. Help me, Happy.

Happy looked at me, surprised. Then, he tried to woke up uncle Natsu without waking up my mother. I was the first thing he saw when he woke up. He managed to take off my mother’s arms from my head so I could escape.

- What now? - asked uncle Natsu.

- I… Don’t know? - I answered.

- Take a shower. I search some clothes for you.

- Understood.

I went to the shower. While I was in it, I looked at my left arm. The tattoo the curse left in me was a human figure wearing a cape, which face I couldn’t see, and with a big scythe. Then, I looked at the Alvarez mark, and I erased it.

- I’m sorry, father. I don’t need to be loyal to you anymore.

- Larcade - said my uncle from the other side of the door -, I’ve found something for you.

- Thank you, uncle.

- I left it at the door. I’m calling Lucy. I have to explain this to her.

- Understood.

When my mother woke up, we were eating our breakfast with Lucy. She looked at me, surprised.

- Good morning, mother.

- What happened? - asked her.

- I don’t know. I woke up like this.

My mother hugged me. I returned the hug.

- Natsu, those are the Tartaros soldiers clothes, right? - said Lucy.

- I thought they were cool, so I took some home - answered my uncle -. It’s temporary, until we buy something for him.

- You have your point with that.

- Mom loves you, Larcade - said my mother to me.

- I love you too, mother.

I cried. My mother joined me. My uncle and Lucy looked at us. They knew very well we needed that.

YouTuber Asks!

I decided to make up some random YouTube themed asks ^-^ 

Jacksepticeye: What’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you?

Markiplier: What makes you happy? 

PewdiePie: Do you prefer to be unique or follow the crowd?

Danisnotonfire: Who is your best friend? 

AmazingPhil: Do you have a crush?

Danisnotinteresting: Name something that really bores you

LessAmazingPhil: Have you ever been rejected by a crush or been through a break up? 

DanAndPhilGAMES: What is your favourite game?

iiSuperwomanii: What is your dream for the future?

Antisepticeye: What’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to you?

Darkiplier: What’s your biggest fear? 

Wiishu: What is your special talent?

Darkiishu: What is one of your insecurities?

CinnamonToastKen: What makes you feel warm inside (like toast haha)?

CutiePieMarzia: What would be your dream date?

Matthias: What is your worst auto-correct fail? 

CrankGamePlays: What is your pet peeve? (Because ‘cranky’, you get it? haha I’m so funny lol) 

AllThingsMusic (me!): Who is your favourite artist/band?

AllThingsMisery: What type of music do you not like?

Septiceye Sam: Do you have a pet? If not what do you wish you had?

Tiny Box Tim: Did you ever have a pet in the past? 

YouTube: Who are your top 3 YouTubers?

Feel free to ask me any of these, and reblog if you want people to ask you stuff ^-^


Title: Broken - If It Can Bleed Part One

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader (next part), Sam, Cas (one line, though he’s not seen.)

Word Count: 2300

Warnings: Blood, reader is badly injured, implied violence, maybe a swear word or two.

Series Summary: The reader is a genetically enhanced assassin who’s on the run from her creator, but what will happen when she get’s taken back to the bunker by Sam and Dean? Or falls for one of the Winchesters…

Author’s Note: Okay guys, this is part one of that assassin story I told you about! I’m not 100% sure how long it will be at this point but right now my guess is around 7 parts, not too long, not too short, and I hope you guys are as excited about it as I am! If you want to get tagged in the following parts of this please send me an Ask or add yourself to This List. Feedback is always appreciated, and enjoy!

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     Light streamed in the in through the glass your cheek was currently pressed against, stinging your eyes in the seconds you managed to keep them from falling shut again and warming your sticky, blood-covered skin. It took you all of one shuttering, raw breath to remember what had happened - the fists and claws, the panic and pain. They’d found you.

     Recognition surged through your thoughts as your heightened sense of hearing picked up on the powerful engine of the vehicle you were in, speeding down the road surely faster than what was legal. You were being taken somewhere - you were being taken back to her. No. You couldn’t allow that, you couldn’t go back.

     Not now, not ever.

     You didn’t have time to formulate a solid plan, didn’t even stop to think about the extent of your injuries and whether or not you were even capable of executing one, and flew solely on fear and the guttural need to get away from the people holding you captive. So with what sorry bit of strength you had left you fumbled for the seatbelt pressing in on your slashed chest, curled your hand under the seat to let your claws discreetly slid free, and then –

     “How much longer ‘till we get to the hospital?”

     You paused at the unfamiliar voice.

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Nothing and no one gets this fandom in a tizzy like Eleanor does. Relax a bit, maybe, and stop judging a relationship that isn’t your own. It’s not that difficult to just be happy that everyone actually involved (i.e., Louis, Eleanor, and Danielle) all seem to be very happy. Louis and Eleanor reuniting is something that is not at all shocking. Louis and Danielle broke up nearly two months ago. It was a quick turnaround, but if Danielle isn’t showing that she’s upset about this, then why are you? And for those who want to call Eleanor a beard…I don’t even know what to say to you. We’re going on seven years now, and if you haven’t been swayed into seeing reality after all this time, then nothing I say will change your mind either. I hope that one day you’ll realize that Louis has been happy in all of his relationships and he’s cared about each and every one of them.


I see your Altean Lance and I raise you Resistance Lance.

Lance comes from a line of surviving Alteans. He fights as a hope against the galra. Just as flirtatious and friendly but more alien and stuff .

 He MAY have had connections with marmora. He MAY have helped Shiro escape.He MAY have even be trying to free the red lion for years but never got past the lions barrier (and developes spite for Keith)

It only gets worse for the galras when the wanted rebel pilots the blue lion.

The Perfect Solution

Dean Winchester x Reader

1800 Words

Summary:  Life is stressful. Especially when you have bills to pay, and little cash flow coming in. When your friend Dean stops by for pizza and a movie, he stumbles upon your bills, coming up with a solution that suites the both of you just fine.

Author’s Note: Requested by @iwriteaboutdean. Hope it’s what you wanted!!!

You wouldn’t call your life normal. It was far from that, but you still tried hard to live a normal life. A small apartment, a compact car, a job that you hated. These were things that kept you tied to the rest of the world. Then there were the things that were far from normal. It usually included Dean, a close friend, who had a life as far from normal as it could be.

Dean was a hunter, killing monsters alongside his brother Sam. He had saved you from a ghoul over a year ago, and had stayed in touch ever since. Many times he would show up on your doorstep, bloody and bruised, and you would guide him in, taking care of him, and he would spend the night. Many times, you wished for more, but you understood he was a no commitment type of person, and you would take the friendship over nothing.

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WHO WHAT WHEN WHERE WHY - Brian and Justin edition

Who: hugs like this? The answer is NO ONE.
What: kind of human being chooses to hug another human being like this? UNREALISTIC.
When: did they decide they wanted us all to die by hugging like this? (The answer is June 10, 2001 when 1x21 aired)
Where: did all their fucks go? Did they just decide “fuck it!! let’s hug like we’re 90 years old, waiting to die like we’re in the damn Notebook”
Why: are they like this?

Who: gave Gale the instruction to move in that close and touch Justin’s face like that? I want a name so I can shout at them years later about how I’ve been in pain since this moment. 
What: is up with their non-stop banter and flirting in this one scene? Please slow down so us fans can BREATHE.
When: did Justin know he had Brian damn well wrapped around his little finger? (The answer is 1x03)
Where: does Brian get off telling everyone they aren’t in a relationship? Hun, your mouth is saying one thing but your body language is saying another.
Why: are they like this???

Who: raised them to act like actual twelve year olds? 
What: kind of “couple” acts like this? The answer is there is NO couple who acts like this. I checked and there’s NONE.
When: will they give us a damn break? I was already exhausted from s1-early s2 and yet they continue to give us moments like this. Rude.
Where: do I go if I want to completely erase this moment from my brain? I’m still suffering.

Who: do they think they are, making Brian and Justin’s final scene together arguably their most visually (and just in general) beautiful scene in the entire show? Couldn’t y’all just have made it basic af so I could move on??
What: did they expect us to do when we heard Ambition playing in the background? Say “aw this is sad” and move on? NO. Put your damn hand up if the lyrics of Ambition have scarred your brain forever. PUT IT UP. 
When: did they decide that the fact this was their final scene together wasn’t enough? They had to say “okay, now you’re going to NUZZLE”?? Like??? No boo, I’ll pass. 
Where: ‘s like a good place to go? If I wanna just die?

  • Takenaka: Alright, Kageyama, I've decided it's finally time to read your mind and see what you're really thinking.
  • Shigeo: Ok
  • Shigeo, internally: Broccoli is the most noxious vegetable in the damn world. I never want to have anything to do with it again. I hate broccoli so much, I hope it gets completely shredded in the blazing pressure of the atmosphere and never comes back. I hope aliens are real so they can abduct it and do horrific experiments on it before eradicating it permanently from existence in the most painful way possible. Alas, my vengeance still waits; my mother served broccoli in stir fry for dinner last night and I almost cried at the dinner table in front of God and everyone. Not that my expression would give it away, but it's the truth. I was almost brought to tears by a cooked vegetable. She had no way of knowing, bless her. She won't know. She can never know. The secret of my grudge against the broccoli must stay in my heart forever. Broccoli takes out everything that is good in this world if you let it take root. These health fads going around somehow still worship it like it's some sort of health god... I'll admit it's good for you, but their faith only makes the foul thing stronger and more palpable in its malcontent. The fools. The disrespectful, ungrateful naïveté disgusts me. Why should I shoulder this burden, this knowledge and pain of the truth, the real truth, all alone, while they continue on, still worshipping it in the face my loss. Nobody knows the trouble I've seen. Nobody knows my sorrow. Fuck broccoli.
  • Takenaka: Dude, what the fuck????? What did broccoli ever do to you?! Kill your best friend in some weird and horrific manner? Make everyone you know and love turn on you? Steal your life and identity?!
  • Shigeo:
  • Takenaka:
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  • Takenaka:
  • Shigeo: Yes.
“We Hurt The Ones We Love” Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 2,330

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Request: Could I request an imagine with Daryl placed at the prison when he left with Merle and the reader thinks she is alone now so she hooks up with Axel, but then Daryl comes back?

Warnings: Implied sex, angst, language, fluff

A/N: I wanted to add some fluff to it, so I gave it a happy ending (even though it wasn’t requested.) So, anon who requested this- you can just skip the end if you didn’t want fluff! :)

Originally posted by lifedeathandlovefromstankonia

You should’ve known this was coming.

The minute Merle showed up again, you should have expected this. You should have been preparing yourself for what you knew was to come. Merle was undoubtedly a bad influence on Daryl, and not a great brother, either. You had really hoped that Daryl would realize this. You convinced yourself that everything was going to be fine, that Daryl wouldn’t leave you. He loves you. You’ve been more of a family member, more caring and loving to Daryl than any of his actual family members had ever been.

“I’m goin’ with him.” Daryl told you, approaching you while you washed clothes.

“I’m sorry?” You’re not sure you heard him correctly.

“He’s my brother. I have to go with ‘em.”

“Daryl…” You get up from the water, wiping the sweat off your forehead. You go to walk closer to him, but he backs away.

“Y/N, no. I’m goin’ and that’s final. Don’t try and convince me not to.”

And that was it. He left without a second thought. It hurt, it really hurt. He was the only person you truly cared about at the prison, and he had let you know several times that you were the only person he cared about, too. He used to tell you that everything he does to help the group, everything he does to survive was for you. But that all seemed like lies now. He was gone.

You had first met when you showed up at Hershel’s farm one day. You had been on your own since the beginning of the outbreak, finding ways to survive. You were giving up, and if you hadn’t stumbled across the farm that day, you would have probably died of a mixture of starvation, dehydration, and exhaustion. You had walked onto the yard and passed out. When you woke up, you were in a room strapped to a bed, being questioned by Rick.

You apparently passed his tests, because he let you stay. Everyone was weary of you at first, but once they saw how good of a hunter you were, they grew accustomed to you. They had always joked about how you gave Daryl a run for his money. That’s actually how you two started to get close in the first place- you’d go hunting for food together.

Although you two were “together” long before you came to the prison, it became official once you arrived there. There had been a lot of sexual tension between the two of you, but of course he hadn’t ever made a move. He was too shy for that. So one night, while you were both on night watch, you finally confessed your feelings for him and you two slept together. It was the first time you’d said you loved each other, and he asked you to be his girlfriend. It was a night you’d never forget.

But not that any of this matters anymore, you think. Daryl left without a second thought. He didn’t think about what you would think, how you would feel. No, he just left you to leave with a man who hadn’t ever been a good brother to him in the first place. The guy had left Daryl at home to be beaten by his father, for God’s sake.

You’re pissed, and you feel utterly and completely alone. You had “friends”, sure. The entire group were your friends and you all cared about each other.  But this was different. Your heart was breaking in a way that friends couldn’t help.

You roll out of your bed, waking up for the day. You were supposed to help Beth out with Judith today, and you were sure that you had probably overslept. You quickly changed into your normal attire, jeans, a shirt, and boots, and you walked over to the “kitchen” to grab some breakfast. It was certainly not the breakfast you would have eaten before all of this, but you’re just happy to have food.

“Hey, Beth, how’s Judith this morning?” You head into the cell after you finish your small amount of food.

“She’s in a real good mood.” Beth smiled down at the baby, who was giggling and making bubbles with her mouth.

“Good, I love when she’s like this.” You reach down to pick her up. You’ve always wanted a kid of your own, but that was absolutely never going to happen now. You wouldn’t want to.

“Are you doing okay today?” Beth asked you. She knew you were having a hard time with everything, between Daryl leaving and the threat of the governor.

“I’m getting through it. I’ll be fine. He made his choice, can’t change it.” You shrug, trying to act like it doesn’t bother you.

“He made the wrong decision.” Beth sighs. “He was doing so good here. Everything was going good for him. I don’t get why he did this.”

“You and me both, sister.’

You spend most of the day in the cell with Judith and Beth, and by the time you leave, you’re exhausted. You love the little girl to death, but she certainly does scream a lot.

You’re walking back to your cell when you see Axel walking in from outside, and you stop to wave at him. He seemed like an ok guy- you didn’t exactly like the fact that he was a prisoner here, but he was proving himself to be an alright guy. Maybe a little desperate for some attention from a woman, but an ok guy.

“Hey, Axel.” You say nicely.

“Hey there, Y/N. What are you up to?” He walks over to you with a giant smile on his face. You realize that this was probably the first conversation you’d had with him.

“Just gonna go change out of these clothes, maybe walk around outside for a bit. Get some fresh air. You’re free to join me if you’d like.” You offer, being polite.

“I think I’ll take you up on that. I’ll wait for you outside.” He says.

You quickly change out of your clothes and into new ones, and you meet him just outside the cell block entrance. The air outside is warm and it feels really nice.

“So, was that guy your boyfriend? The one who left?” Axel asks you as you’re taking a walk.

“Yeah, you could say that.” You respond.

“That’s a damn shame. Don’t know why he’d ever leave you behind. You’re beautiful.”

“Oh, uh, thanks.” You’re not sure how to respond. Is he seriously hitting on you?

“If I had a woman like you, I’d never let her out of my sights. You’re too good to let go of.”

You don’t know why you did it. You don’t know if it was because of how alone you felt, or if it was the compliments, or if you just wanted do it to get over Daryl. But you did it.

You slept with Axel.


“Y/N. Y/N!” You could feel someone shaking you, trying to get you to wake up.

“Go away.” You didn’t care who it was. You had a long night. After you made the huge mistake of hooking up with Axel, you went and got drunk as hell. You’d found a bottle of whiskey on a previous run and had kept it secret, only you knowing about it. You didn’t think you’d ever use it, but last night, you downed the entire bottle.

“Y/N, you need to wake up. He’s back.”

You shot your eyes open, seeing Carl standing above your bed, shaking you awake.

“Carl, whose back?” You ask. You’re surprised that you’re not more hungover.

“Daryl.” He looks excited. You shot out of bed, throwing the covers off of you. “But Merle’s with him.”

“Why?” You wanted to cry. Whether it was tears of joy or tears of happiness, you don’t know.

“I don’t know. They just got here. I think he’ll want to see you, though.”

You want to see him. Of course you want to see him- you’re in love with him. But your heart still hurts over what he did to you. You don’t know what that means for you guys- are you still together? Does he even want to see you?

“He asked about you as soon as he got back. He wanted to come wake you up, but Beth got real mad and told him to leave you alone.” Carl tells you.

“Well, thanks Carl.” You smile at him, and he takes this as his que to leave. Throwing on your shoes, you walk out of your cell. Daryl’s standing in the corner talking to Rick, but as soon as he notices you, he drops his conversation and comes running towards you.

“God, Y/N, I missed ya so much.” He brings you into a hug. You don’t hug him back, you just stand there frozen. “What’s wrong?”

“Can we talk?”

“Uh, sure.”

You take him back to your cell, and sit Daryl down on your bed. He looks at you worried, but you don’t care.

“Why did you leave?” Your voice comes out in a hushed whisper.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I thought I was doin’ the right thing.”

“Leaving me was the right thing?” Tears were forming in your eyes. “Do you know how much you hurt me? How many nights I spent crying myself to sleep? You told me how much you loved me, and then you just up and left. Daryl, you hurt me so much. I felt so alone.”

“Y/N,” Daryl whispers as you start to cry now. He pulls you into a hug, and you’re sitting there snuggled into his chest, crying, while he rubs your back. “I aint never doing anything like that again. I’m so sorry. I love ya.”

“Don’t ever leave me again. Not even if you think you’re doing the right thing.”

“I won’t. That’s a promise.” He kisses your head.

The guilt of sleeping with Axel starts to sink in. You didn’t think Daryl would ever be coming back, and you were desperate for something to distract you from your thoughts. But now Daryl is back, and you’re left feeling guilty.

“Daryl, I have to tell you something.”


“I slept with Axel.”

You can feel his body go rigid, and he looks down at you. He slowly pushes you off of him, and he’s looking at you, his face full of hurt.

“Ya did what?”

“I was sad, you were gone, and he was there. That’s not an excuse, I know, but please know that I didn’t do it to hurt you. I didn’t think you were ever coming back and I was heartbroken.”

“Please tell me you’re lyin’. That you’re just sayin’ that to hurt me.”


“I’m gone for a few fuckin’ days and you fuck another man? Are you kiddin’?”

“It wasn’t like that-“

“Just, leave me alone.”

Daryl got up and left you sitting on the bed alone. You got up to follow him out, and you saw him storm outside. You run after him, but there’s no use. He’s already gone.


He hadn’t spoken to you all day. He had been MIA since this morning, so when you asked Rick where he went, Rick said he went out on a run. This upset you, but he’d be home eventually. You need him to come home.

You’re by the fences, taking patrol. It was almost dark out, and Daryl still wasn’t back. You were just about to become worried when you see his motorcycle pulling up to the fences. You breathe a sigh of relief, a weight coming off your chest.

He parks his motorcycle next to you, and he motions for you to get on. You hesitate, but eventually get on back and grab ahold of him. He drives off away from the prison, and you hold on to him tightly. Riding on the motorcycle sometimes freaked you out.

He pulls over and stops the motorcycle in front of a house. The house was relatively small and looked like it had already been ransacked through.

“What are we doing here?” you ask.

He doesn’t answer you, just grabs your hand and leads you into the house. The inside of it was pretty nice and most of the furniture was still in place. It looked like it used to be a really nice house. He takes you into the bedroom, and he sits the two of you on the bed.

“I did some thinkin’ today.” Daryl starts. “And I aint mad at you. It was dumb for me to be mad in the first place. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. We both made mistakes.”

“While I was goin’ through this house today, I found somethin’.” He pulls a shiny, diamond ring out from underneath the pillow. “And when I saw it, I thought, shit. I want to marry this girl.”

Your heart begins to race. Was this really happening?

“So, Y/N. What do you say? Wanna be my wife?”

“Yes.” You say quickly. The both of you smile, and he places the ring on your ring finger. It was a bit big, but it didn’t matter. You were married now- well, as married as you can get during the apocalypse.

“I love ya, Mrs. Dixon.” He kisses you, bringing you close to him.

“I love you, too.”

“And promise me you’ll never talk to Axel again.” He says, making you laugh.

“I promise.”

                                       300 FOLLOWER SPECIAL

          my trashy ass somehow hit 300 followers when i was away & i just want to say how pleasantly surprised i am ?    like ?     bless you all. i don’t know what drew you to me but i’m glad it happened because that means i get to know you ! ! !      i haven’t gotten the chance to talk to all of you yet  ( sadly )  but i hope that changes soon !

i love writing with you & hope to do so much more in the future;

@dualias  ♥  @ruezaki  ♥  @cinderella-esque  ♥  @groomgore​  ♥  @youucant  ♥  @nakcdheart  ♥  @ghoulce  ♥  @just-want-to-live  ♥  @hollowghouluta  ♥  @jacksepticisms  ♥  @bingeguru

we haven’t really spoken / written together but i hope that changes even though i’m too scared to approach you

YOU !    i went through my blogroll trying to pick people out but i would type out everyone there so YOU,   the person reading this;  if i’m following you I WANT TO WRITE WITH YOU !    never be afraid of me bc ngl i’m ten times more scared of you than you of me.    i love you all ♥ 

anonymous asked:

I found you awhile ago and this is the first time I have sent you an ask because I am a shy potato. But I wanted to tell you I think your art is amazing and I hope i can get as much detail in my art never stop doing what you love your great at it i will continue watching from the background.

You will be a wonderful artist! I believe in you. Just keep it up! :D

Thank you so much for the positivity <33

Love all around. :D

anonymous asked:

I'm fairly new to the Batman comics and I was wondering if you could explain to me (I'm honestly so confused) why Jason and Roy "broke up" and what's their relationship now and if they are they still friends?

Artistic differences. 

Red Hood/Arsenal #13

Also because Rebirth happened and DC wanted Roy back with the old Titans squad. From what I’ve read of Titans Jason hasn’t really come up all that much so I don’t think they’re in communication at the moment. On the flip side Jason hasn’t brought up Roy in Red Hood and the Outlaws either so it’s definitely a bit of a sore spot there. They’ve been friends since the very beginning so I’m sure there’s still hope for their friendship and/or the occasional team up. 

I’ll leave you with the last few panels of the very last Red Hood/Arsenal issue that was published right before Rebirth:

naokaomori  asked:

Hey there >.0 Can I request how the Knights react to their s/o overworking so much to the point that they're worried for her but she's too stubborn to rest?

first knights request ! i took it as the s/o being the tenkousei and working hard on producer stuff, i hope that’s what you wanted ! if not you can still send another request;;;;; - admin mademoiselle


  • Izumi’s the hard worker type himself, so he won’t especially notice you’re overworking yourself at first.  He’ll just act as though it’s natural for Knights’ producer to work a lot.
  • It doesn’t help that he tends to add more work for you, by planning more idol jobs or tasking you with things he can’t do, like outfit making. He’ll get angry if you don’t answer your phone within two minutes, or if you take too long on some odd job he sent you away for. Overall, he tends to treat you as his personal assistant.
  • Soon, the things you had to do piled up. You had to work hard on costume making, concert planning and let’s not even mention your homework. This caused you to stress yourself quite badly, and one day during costume fitting you couldn’t help but burst into tears when Izumi’s jacket wouldn’t fit.
  • It was the first time you saw Izumi be confused about a situation. He quickly got a hang of himself but you witnessed him being at a loss for words for a moment. Ultimately, he decided to take you out of Knight’s small and stuffy studio for some fresh air.
  • Izumi understands work can be a bit too much sometimes, but he’s afraid to give you advice without sounding condescending or like he’s lecturing you. So he opts to just shyly hug you. It’s a very brief hug, but you felt better all the same. When he finally speaks, he’s not lecturing or being mean, but whispering in a gentle voice.
  • “You can rely on me a bit more, you know. If too many people give you things to do, you can just tell me. I’ll make sure they won’t ever charge their work on you again. Count on me like you’d do with a big brother, would you ?”
  • He sweetly kissed your forehead and made you promise to never overexert yourself again before the two of you went back to work. But this time, he was the one who ran about as everyone’s assistant, and you were allowed to sit in a corner and take a nap.
  • This you didn’t know, but he was watching over you with a smile as you slept.


  • Sometimes, Knights being so popular can be a pain. Especially when you have to make all the goodies they’re going to sell at their concerts. The other members tried to give you a hand, but they were so terrible at it that you decided to take care of it all by yourself.
  • As the live concert date got closer and closer, you started to panick. There was no way you were going to be able to finish all of the goodies in time. So you started to stay at school after class for longer and longer, and sometimes only went back home when Kunugi-sensei forced you to.
  • You also took a bit of your sleeping time to work on goodies-making. Sometimes you didn’t notice how late it was and only had a couple hours of sleep before you had to go to school again.
  • Ritsu was understandbly confused upon seeing you groggily wandering down the hallways during lunch break. “I thought I was the vampire here”, he slyly remarked. When he noticed you were too tired to even answer back with some wit of your own, he started to realize how wrong the situation was.
  • He offered some of his soda to you (the truth is, there’s too much for him to drink). The sweet, fizzy drink didn’t even help ; you were dozing off all the same. Ritsu then decided to switch to plan B and took you to his secret room. Before you knew it, you were laying in a dark and comfortable place, Ritsu’s hand gently stroking yours as he murmured sweet nothings.
  • “Don’t worry, I’ll be watching over you. You can have some sleep. I hope you dream of me…”
  • When you woke up, classes were already over. You got up in a panick, only to see Ritsu had fallen asleep too, next to you. You tried to go back to your original position to avoid waking him, but he lazily opened one red eye.
  • “Is sleeping beauty awake yet ? It’s boring watching someone else sleep, y'know….” He smirked and hugged you close, leaving you no possibility to move away from him.
  • And that’s how you got trapped into Rei’s spare coffin with Ritsu for far longer than you intended. But hey, he brought some snacks and drinks. And arranged for someone else to work on the goodies for the concert instead. You deserved some rest, and he was more than willing to help you get it.


  • Being a producer was a fulfilling job. You got to do many different things, meet a lot of people and try so many new experiences. And one of them was reviewing a new choreography for Knights’ next concert.
  • Of course, you had to practice it yourself, to see if it was feasible. Then you had to learn it, to teach everyone what they were supposed to do. Then, you had to change it, because Leo would always fuck up at some point and run into the others.
  • Dancing is a lot more physical than you’d thought. You’re not an idol, so you don’t have to be perfect at it but you must know your idols’ dance moves by heart and be able to teach them. As you were a bit insecure over being able to do that, you practiced a lot by yourself. Including at nighttime.
  • Stress and lack of sleep made you physically weaker, which in turn prompted you to become more frustrated at yourself and then train harder. How could you be Knights’ producer when you couldn’t even perform simple dance moves well…. ?
  • As you were moping in one of the dance rooms, Arashi allowed himself in. He felt you were upset the past few days, and didn’t even have to inquire about the cause. It was all too obvious.
  • Surprisingly, Arashi’s a very good teacher. He helped you memorize some of the more difficult moves and perfected the choreography with you. He praised you a lot, smiling brightly whenever you’d get a hard part right.
  • “Wow, you’re so good at it ! See, I’m sure you can do anything when you give it your best !”
  • He also is a good listener and you both sat down after practice, you saying how hard the last couple days had been for you and him listening. He was practically offended you didn’t come to him earlier for help. He also told you how worried he’d been over you, and made you promise to never do that kind of thing again.
  • “I know I said I love hardworking boys and girls, but I didn’t mean it like that, you know~  You should treat your body with respect and allow it some rest !”
  • Only one of Arashi’s warm and nice hugs was enough to make you feel instantly better. He also insisted on lending you his favorite concealer, saying with a wink that dark circles could ruin your pretty face. Arashi’s kind of like the resident big sister : you can and should come to him for advice or help !


  • One of the things that perplexed you the most about your new producer job was writing songs. Lyrics were one thing, but writing one entire song by yourself ? That sounded like a challenge.
  • At first, you didn’t have to worry about it. Leo would take care of it all. But then, after one particularly nasty cold that lasted over a week and prevented him from coming to school, he decided he should name a successor who would make songs in his place from time to time. Obviously, you were chosen.
  • Leo did give you lessons on music and composing in general, but he’s so vague you can hardly make up what he’s saying. And he often gets distracted, either by something or someone else, or by himself. He always ends the lesson writing his new song in a frenzy anywhere he can, all the while excitedly mumbling stuff about “inspiration” and “fantasies”. Needless to say, he didn’t help you much.
  • Being stubborn as you are, you still decided to work hard on it. For days. And nights, especially. But no matter what you’d come up with, it would always seem tame and lazy compared to Leo’s songs. You couldn’t help but get frustrated and unreasonably angry at yourself.
  • Leo’s pretty tactless. You knew that already. But you weren’t expecting him to shout “Whooaaa, you look like a zombie ! Zombie-chan, please bite me~” when he ran into you. Did you really look that awful ?
  • As you hesitated between being offended and actually indulging him and biting him hard enough to teach him some manners, he took you by the hand and dragged you to an empty classroom.
  • Once he closed the door, he looked at you dead in the eye. He was incredibly serious, for once. His eyes were grave, and his eyebrows tightly knitted. When he spoke, his voice was considerably lower compared to his usual happy pitch.
  • “Listen. I know you’re working too hard. It just shows on your face. But please don’t. Work is for serious people, and serious people are not really funny. Besides, I don’t want you to work yourself to death !”
  • Before you could even answer anything to that, he shoved a handful of papers in your face. You took a moment to realize they were music scores. Leo was looking at you expectantly, and when he understood you weren’t going to say anything, he sighed dramatically.
  • “They’re songs I wrote thinking of you. You know… You don’t need to work hard doing the same thing as me. I just need you to be there, and smile as usual, and make everyone happy. Please be my muse !”
  • As soon as he’d blurted that out, he gasped, his face lit up by his latest idea. “A muse ! That’s it, the inspiration is flowing !“ 
  • You spent the rest of the afternoon babysitting Leo and trying to prevent him from writing on the walls and floor, but you felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Just by being himself, Leo had that kind of effect on you. Maybe that’s the power of love.


  • If there was one word to explain what your producer job mainly consisted of, it would be : phonecalls. So many damn phonecalls.
  • Planning concerts, photoshoots, meetings with the fans and radio interviews took a large chunk of your day, everyday. Maintaining a busy timetable for the boys was already hard enough, as you also had classes of your own to attend. But Leo seemed to think it wasn’t enough and often would plan more idol jobs on a whim, or ruin your plans by deciding at the last minute that Knights wasn’t ready for their studio recording session and it would have to be postponed.
  • So, yeah. Phonecalls. At some point, you and the secretary from the nearby recording studio would become best buds if things went on that way.
  • As you tried being the best producer Knights could hope for, you had to dabble in a lot of stuff, like planning activities, managing Knights’ official social media accounts, negotiate for a spot in a commercial…. The pressure was considerable, but you kept pushing yourself further and further, even waking up in the middle of the night when you had a photoshoot idea to take some notes of it.
  • During lunch breaks, you could often be found in Knights’ studio making phonecalls. Or finishing up new outfits. Or planning a dance routine. But never eating. You took a nasty habit of skipping lunch to favor work instead. No one noticed, anyway.
  • Except someday, as you were helping Tsukasa put on his new outfit for a music video shooting, your stomach rumbled. Loud and clear. Your cheeks were burning red and you were positively glowing of embarassment but Tsukasa, being a gentleman, feigned to not having heard a thing. But then it growled again. Ten times louder.
  • As much as you were trying to get out of this situation, Tsukasa wouldn’t have it. He was very polite, but also very firm.
  • "Onee-sama, may I wonder…. if you’re sustaining yourself properly ? It is very important to eat three meals a day. Have you eaten yet ?” You couldn’t remember when your last meal was. You’d skipped breakfast that morning, since you were late for class, and now you were also skipping lunch…
  • Seeing you so unsure of when you last ate, Tsukasa felt heartbroken. He ran to his bag and gave you all the snacks he kept for later, urging you to eat something before you feel faint. He even went to buy you a drink and came back in a heartbeat. Before you could even thank him, he’d left again and came back with your favorite sandwich from the school store. You tried to resume your outfit fitting session, but he was adamant about wanting you to eat.
  • As there was way too much food for you to eat by yourself, you offered to share with him and he shyly accepted. You two then snacked on pocky and crackers, chatting about various things. Tsukasa inquired about your hobbies and your family. You did the same. He also told a few jokes, and as much as you were surprised, they were good.
  • By the end of lunch break, you were feeling relaxed and happy, and your stomach was too. You’d managed to forget a bit about work, and all thanks to Tsukasa.